noveltune Chapter 146 Armstrong! !
Chapter 146 Armstrong! !
Chapter 146 Armstrong! !
Leaving the office, Ron let out his knowledge and arrogance, felt it, and found that Zefa did not stay in the Yanwu Square, but returned to the new barracks, standing on a high platform, talking to a group of new recruits.
Without disturbing him, Ron teleported to Zefa's office and sat on the sofa waiting for him.
Not long after, with the playground full of noise, Zefa came back.
As soon as he entered the door, Zefa was stunned for a second, and suddenly flew into a rage.
"You don't knock on the door! Is this the old man's office or yours?!"
After all, a fist the size of a sandbag blasted over!
"Fuck!"
After a crackling meal, Ron rubbed his chin, which could not be seen at all, and made Zefa a pot of tea with a smile.
"Calm down, teacher, didn't I wait for you inside because I saw you talking outside? By the way, what were you talking to the recruits just now?"
Regarding Ron's behavior of deliberately avoiding the topic, Zefa snorted coldly, took the teapot and held it, poured out a cup, and took a sip before explaining slowly: "The annual actual combat exercise is about to begin, and I have to give this group The little guy puts on the eye medicine in advance."
"Practice exercises? Oh, I remembered."
There are three biggest things about boot camp, and Ron has only experienced two of them.
First, the year-end and year-end evaluations determine the ranking of recruits in the same period.
Second, the survival training on Hell Island at the beginning of the year is a shortcut to reach the sky in one step.
And then there's the actual combat exercise that's happening now, in late summer, to get the recruits out and see their blood, and to show them that the Navy is not an ivory tower.
The time when Ron joined the navy was quite coincidental. He was qualified to participate in the Hell Island survival training only after passing the year-end evaluation, and then went directly out of the camp and became a major general, so he didn't know about the actual combat exercises.
For ordinary soldiers, survival training on Hell Island is the least of their concern.
They prepare for actual combat exercises in the first half of the year, and practice hard in the second half of the year to shine in the year-end evaluation. It is the normal procedure for the outstanding ones to participate in the survival training on Hell Island in the second year, and the mediocre ones for two or three years.
"By the way Ron..."
Zefa suddenly remembered something, and said to him: "Do you want to go with me? For such an important matter as actual combat exercises, I must follow to be safe, and I have no time to teach you."
Ron looked shocked, and stretched out three fingers: "I still have three months of vacation!!!"
"You can practice on a boat!"
Zefa took it for granted: "And you have nothing to do now!"
"Ganfur took out a blueprint of an airship called Ark. Vegapunk transferred all the airship troops back for transformation. If you want to trade with them for a few months, you don't need to go to Gaya for the time being. …No, the G-10 branch is in charge."
No wonder the airship was not seen on Gaya Island, it turned out to be transferred back for renovation...
Ron thought silently, then suddenly raised his head: "Wait? Ark? Is the full name 'Ark Proverbs'?"
"It seems to be called this name, you know?"
Ron: "..."
It seems... the butterfly effect is a bit exaggerated!
With Vegapunk's scientific research technology and the design of "Ark Proverbs"...then isn't the Ark Proverbs going to be mass-produced? !
Then equip them with advanced weapons from Qinghai, and spread them all over the sky.
Isn't it the Air Force? !
Ron couldn't help but sympathize with the pirate camp for three seconds. Before he risked the world's disgrace and created the three ancient weapons, the pirates would face challenges they had never had before.The war mode of this world is backward and fixed, the strong decides everything, facing this blow that transcends time and space, there is no way to avoid it.
In war, once air supremacy is controlled by the navy, what happens...
It's exciting just thinking about it!
Dozens of golden lions throw things down from the sky, if you can't kill you, you will be annoyed to death, and the four emperors can't be alone!
But regarding the matter of escorting the recruits with Zefa, Ron gloated for three seconds, thought about it, and agreed.
He doesn't need to settle himself now, he will have time to slowly settle down when he is idle and bored.Now there are still three months of vacation, and it is the right way to learn more new things from Zefa, and it is difficult to gain anything behind closed doors.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
"Well, I see, I will notify you when I leave. If you have nothing to do, go away and stop hanging around in front of the old man!"
Ron: "..."
……
It was night, the headquarters of the Naval Science Force was stationed.
Caesar, with exaggerated makeup and a pink jumpsuit, huddled behind the door and kept watching. His twisted hemp waist and cloudy belt made him look like a cheap street cowboy.
The second phase of the lightning stimulation device was completed, and Caesar's ban was lifted naturally. However, he did not return to Vegapunk immediately, but stayed at the Navy Headquarters, trying to manufacture the third phase, and then coerced a world-shaking shock Great work... go to Vegapunk to brag about it.
At this time, a voice sounded from behind Caesar: "What are you looking at?"
"Don't bother me, I'm waiting for someone...uh!!!"
Caesar replied subconsciously, then turned his head suddenly, and exclaimed in surprise, "Major General Ron!"
It was Ron who came, and Marlin Fodor was defenseless against Ron except for the marshal's office and the bedrooms of the big brothers.Of course, the first few were not fortified, but Ron couldn't afford to provoke them.
Knowledgeable and domineering, he caught Caesar's position, and Ron teleported over directly. As soon as he came, he saw the big twisting buttocks, and he was speechless immediately.
"Stop! Stop! Let's keep a distance!"
Seeing that Caesar was about to rush over, Ron took half a step back and raised his hand. The height of [-] meters was also a giant in front of Caesar. As soon as he raised his hand, Caesar immediately couldn't find the direction to move forward.The footsteps could not help but slow down, and stared at Ron with the hem of his clothes like a boudoir.
"Major General Ron, do you dislike me?"
Including the time at noon, it was already twice!
I don't seem to provoke him, do I?
Holy shit! !
Ron's scalp tingled instantly, and goosebumps arose.
Please be a little self-aware about this face, okay?
Can you use less ambiguous words? !
The corners of Ron's mouth twitched a few times, he turned his face away, and said with a sneer, "Oh, what else? Why do you want me to be nice to a guy who swindled experimental funds?"
Caesar: "..."
"Stop talking nonsense, where is your new cannon?"
Seeing this, Caesar immediately became interested and waved at Ron.
"Here! I hid it in the deepest part of the laboratory, and even the yellow ape couldn't find it!"
No, actually I have found it.
In the surveillance room, Huang Yuan drank tea and complained silently.Then he tilted his head with a weird expression.
"Ron is really afraid of Caesar? What's going on?!"
Although there are demons in One Piece world, they don't understand the terrifying lethality of "coming out" to a straight man of steel. In addition to the "beautiful misunderstanding" before, Huang Yuan concluded an astonishing fact:
Ron, afraid of ghosts!
……
The ground floor of the scientific troops is ten floors high, and the underground floors are divided into five floors.
Take the elevator down, and the science troops are still familiar with the formula and taste along the way.Even though it was late at night, all the laboratories were still brightly lit. Strange researchers were experimenting with their weird inventions. There were explosions and screams from time to time. The scene was "full of fun".
Unlike Vegapunk and Vinsmoke Gage who rely on one person to support the project, the science team has a lot of skilled craftsmen, and it can develop to today because of the persistent accumulation of countless people.
Most of these inventions will be rejected because they have no practical value, and will be regarded as the personal collection of researchers, but the accumulated experience will be sealed and protected so that they can be retrieved in time in the future.That's where the phone bug technology came from, and it was originally called a telegram bug... so, you know?
When it comes to technology, the same goes for Caesar's new cannon.
Drop, senior researcher card.
Drop, exclusive card.
After multiple authentications, Caesar brought Ron to his own laboratory.
It is better to say that it is a factory than a laboratory!
Previously, most of the laboratories of various scientific researchers were less than [-] square meters, and sometimes several people shared one place.And Kaiser's laboratory at the bottom floor is huge, about the size of a football field. Various mechanical arms and parts are piled up in their respective positions, filling the football field.
As soon as he entered the door, Ron was attracted by the huge can in front of him.
NO.3!
This is the serial number printed on the white metal can, and it is also the third phase of the lightning stimulation device in the experimental stage.
"Major General Ron, this way!"
However, Caesar didn't explain anything to him. The third-phase instrument is currently only in the experimental stage, and there is nothing to explain.He beckoned mysteriously and led Ron to a metal gate.
There is no verification device for this door, and the switch is all dependent on the winch. Caesar held the winch with both hands and pushed it forward with all his strength.
"Ron...major general...can you...help me?!"
"Tsk, trouble!"
Ron stepped forward and held the edge of the winch with one hand. The winch that caused Caesar to strain a few muscles every time he opened it was so easy, and Ron unscrewed it with one hand.
Strange... monster!
Caesar was sweating coldly and touched his forehead.
crunch... crunch... crunch...
The dull metal impact echoed in the quiet laboratory, as if a scourge was about to wake up from behind the door.
When the door was finally opened and the light fell into the secret warehouse, Ron looked at the huge, ferocious monster with endless metal murderous intent, and his face twitched uncontrollably.
"Fuck!"
It was a silver-white cannon with a barrel length of more than 15 meters and a caliber of more than one meter, but there was only a fist-sized groove in the middle, which was unique in shape.
Looking at the unique shape, Ron was shocked.
"Is that you? Armstrong Whirling Jet Armstrong Cannon?!"
(End of this chapter)